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4 hours ago, Avaday Daydream said:

Lastanor Nightwater

Lastanor's hood turned to give Rib Lilysinger a brief glance, before stopping and taking a proper look, taking in their froggy appearance.
"You were singing earlier," he observed, before a thought occurred to him, "Your name wouldn't happen to be Michigan J. Frog, would it?"

After that bizarre question, Lastanor's gaze returned to what was evidently a chart he was plotting out.
"You may look, if you wish. I am currently calculating a route to the shipwreck of the Wise Turtle. It was a sturdy ship that often sailed as escort during the war, before being sunk by the Iverinans. From what I've heard, while the captain managed to save the crew, some of his...more valuable personal effects went down with the ship." he explained.
"That is what I do; I locate shipwrecks and other ruins on the ocean floor, and I recover what there is to be recovered. Sometimes I recover the entire ship." he added, with an audible if not visible smirk.

Turning back to Rib, Lastanor reached up and pushed back his hood slightly, so his face and eyes were at least partially visible.
"What about you?" he asked, "I assume that you are applying for a position on the Swift Vengeance. What goals do you have in doing so?"

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Rib Lilysinger, a charismatic and enigmatic figure, meets Lastanor's gaze with a bemused expression. His amphibian eyes, always twinkling with amusement, now hint at intrigue at the unexpected reference.
"Michigan J. Frog, eh? Quite the name, but alas, not mine," Rib replies with a chuckle, his melodious voice carrying a hint of self-deprecation. "Though I must admit, I've been known to croon a tune or two, especially when the mood strikes."
As Lastanor divulges his profession and the tantalizing prospect of treasure buried beneath the waves, Rib's interest is piqued even further. The mention of sunken riches sparks excitement in his amphibian heart, stirring memories of his grandfather's tales and the allure of the unknown.
"Ah, the Wise Ocean's secrets, hidden beneath the waves," Rib muses, leaning in slightly to catch every word. "A treasure hunt, you say? Now that sounds like quite the adventure."
But as the conversation turns to Rib's goals and aspirations, a shadow crosses his amphibian features, briefly clouding his usually jovial demeanor. The weight of his debts and the looming threat of violence hang heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the personal struggles he faces in Vern.
"I seek more than just a position on the Swift Vengeance, my friend," Rib admits, his voice tinged with solemnity. "I seek escape, a chance to leave behind the debts that haunt me in Vern and possibly repay them. But more than fortune, I also seek to discover the next great song of adventure, but the truly great ones come from experience, not from just making one up."
Rib's eyes gleam with unwavering determination as he speaks, his resolve shining through the clouds of adversity. Though the road ahead may be perilous, Rib's spirit remains unbroken. With a song in his heart and adventure on the horizon, he knows anything is possible.

Song for Lastanor(Verse 1)
Upon the tavern stairs he stands,
Lastanor, the sahuagin with plans,
His gaze sweeps 'cross the lively crowd,
Lost for words, but proud.

(Chorus)
Sailor, seeker of lost tales,
Charting courses where adventure sails,
In the depths, treasures he seeks to find,
Lastanor, with dreams unconfined.

(Verse 2)
Books and maps spread before his eyes,
A plan unfolds 'neath tavern skies,
Shipwrecks and ruins, his domain,
Where history's secrets remain.

(Chorus)
Sailor, seeker of lost tales,
Charting courses where adventure sails,
In the depths, treasures he seeks to find,
Lastanor, with dreams unconfined.

(Verse 3)
Rib Lilysinger, a frog of song,
Joins the conversation before long,
His melody weaves through the air,
A troubadour without a care.

(Chorus)
Sailor, seeker of lost tales,
Charting courses where adventure sails,
In the depths, treasures he seeks to find,
Lastanor, with dreams unconfined.

(Bridge)
Debts and struggles weigh on his mind,
But still, Lastanor's spirit shines,
For he knows the sea holds mysteries vast,
And fortune may come at last.

(Chorus)
Sailor, seeker of lost tales,
Charting courses where adventure sails,
In the depths, treasures he seeks to find,
Lastanor, with dreams unconfined.

(Outro)
So here's to Lastanor, brave and bold,
In search of stories yet untold,
May the waves guide him, strong and true,
As he sails where few dare to pursue.